By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

I wasn’t ready for another dog, but Lucy needed a ‘forever home’
She had issues that scared me, but I felt loved and understood
We’re more like other animals than we like to admit to anyone
A question I’m scared to answer: Why haven’t I made another film?
Just $12 fed mom and her girls, but bigger challenges lie ahead
Maybe it wasn’t correct choice, but I’m not having surgery Friday
Few things satisfy like giving thoughtful gifts to those we love
Trendy ‘anti-racists’ don’t realize they’ve been conned by Marxists
Attention word nerds: March forth, to celebrate National Grammar Day